The rain of the leprosy of affliction.
It eats away my flesh, my joy-
The pride of life is gone
Flitting away, like a moth in the wind--
O Lord, restore my joy again
Unite my soul to You in suffering
That I may see
This momentary affliction
As a light weight,
A prelude to dawn, to glory—
O Lord,
Fix my eyes upon Your sweetness,
The light of Your brightness
The radiance from Your scepter in the sky
Heal the wound of my leprosy-
My bitterness
My spirit complaining against Your ways
And let my sinful, pallid flesh
Be restored
In Your joy
By Your Spirit
Through Your hope
For Your glory
Evermore.
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